| Sirens ring, the shots ring out
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| A stranger cries, screams out loud
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| I had my world strapped against my back
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| I held my hands, never knew how to act
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| Chorus:
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| And the same black line that was drawn on you
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| Was drawn on me
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| And now it’s drawin' me in
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| 6th Avenue heartache
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| Below me was a homeless man
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| I’m singin' songs I knew complete
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| On the steps alone, his guitar in hand
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| It’s fifty years, stood where he stands
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| Now walkin' home on those streets
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| The river winds move my feet
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| Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
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| They stood by me, just like moonbeams
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| Look out the window, down upon that street
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| And gone like a midnight was that man
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| But I see his six strings laid against that wall
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| And all his things, they all look so small
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| I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star
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| Just like me-just moved on |